Sunday, May 28, 2023

Pure Love

 Pure Love


Sometimes in my heart a feeling of storm emerge

As I flip through the pages of fiction novel

Love takes  couples to a higher planes

Reach the crescendo of lust.

A simple handshake, soft brushes of touch, deep penetrative eyes describe endless love..

Does that love really exist?


Sometimes in my heart a feeling of storm emerge

When my eyes rest upon a movie scene where couple strive hard to make their marriage work

There is always a villain who is the cause of their rift 

Couple influenced, selfish, lacks pure trust

Does that love really exist.


I look around me, try to figure out what turns them on.

Everybody is looking for something 

there is always expectation, disappointment, stress.

Love changes it's meaning with the change of clock

Young seek lust, adult satisfied sex, for senior it's just attitude, care, concern

In sickness and in health.


Sometimes in my heart a feeling of storm emerge


If you live in your own island, away from external world, there exist only one love..

love for self.

Dreams

 Prompt 13. Uncanny/fear

@ampat @sunitasing


Dreams

They seem so real, instill fear

Uncanny most of the time

I awake with sudden jerk

Body so warm that I could cook a meal

With beads of water on my forehead.


I float in air

Across seven seas but search

For passport, forgot at home

The immigrate officer won't let me pass

 without valid visa

I cry, I implore, stuck in strange land

Admidst baren fields, 

Wild animals everywhere

But can't find the route back home


At 60, I am stuck in examination hall

Solving the papers cramped in teens

Forgot my lines 

Attempted to cheat

Caught red handed on my knees

Collecting the answers spread on sheets

Guilty, humiliated, slowly lifted my eyes blinded by my child's burning glare


One day I almost died, still hooked to beeping gadgets

The nurse tried to make a call

To inform my family of my demise

Soon my bed was surrounded by people

Around my bed, 

Some on shelves, 

Others on ceiling of the room

Man in black coat read my will

Everything was donated to a private trust.

Suddenly a silence, 

Everybody disappeared, 

There was no one around to cover my till.


Dreams

Seem so real

Uncanny most times

But instill fear 

I wake up always with sudden jerk.

Thursday, August 04, 2022

The Colors On Her Plate

 The colors on her plate

Augments her appetite
Dark brown roasted chicken, 
red  seeded circles of tomatoes
Off white slices of baked potatoes, 
Yellowish green strips of devil chilly
Saffron infused rice of ĺnutty flavors
White soft idlis steamed in a foil

Not heapful of each
she is not a lady
with giant appetite
small morsel 
just that fit 
between three finger tips

she is alert
she is on diet
reads hundred books
on yoga, meditations, health
to stay  skeleton slim
like Sahara desert child

but she does love the taste of life
as colorful as peacock quill

The pink rosy happiness
Dark red passions of lust, 
purple shining bright smiles
green chit chat gossip of times

The grey tones of loneliness are buried under piles
Out of sight
In dark corners of her mind
They do resurface 
sometimes
When blue feelings strikes

But then 
that is rare
and when it does 
like a monkey she hops
grabbing pastries, cakes
sweets
voraciously eating
hungry all the time
even during dark hours 
at night

till she collapses on sofa 
like oversize stuffed heavy tribe

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Mom Knew Nothing About Mothers Day

 mom never knew anything about mother's day

she didn't even know her birth date

what was there to celebrate?

but even if she knew
what would she do?
would she allow me to cook for her
or would she have done it herself.
restaurant hopping was unknown to her
all days were special to her
and also to me
i never hugged her
nor kissed
nor say I love you
but feelings were real
beyond words
it expressed itself
with respect and obedience
in never doubting her decisions
she was always around
to check on me
I knew I was
protected
safe
secure.
Now
there is just one picture
on my desk
but it speaks volumes with me.
happy mothers day
nobody can replace mothers love.
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Poems are Random Thoughrs

 Poems are the random thoughts

that seek
a tune
a rhythm
a form
a meter
sometimes they have
a style of their own.
They are just a string of opinions
knotted together
end to end
People decide whether we write good poems or not...
they are the ones
to judge
to react,
to comment,
to critique
Sometimes even slap or abuse.
I always write good poems..
They are my thoughts that reflect
my sensitivity
my emotions
my reaction
my assumptions
If others don't like it
then what do I do?
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construction Workers

 Workers

brave the hot scorching heat

to built a home

that house the elite.

Water dripping down their neck
Dark skin glisten under sun
Arms swing continuously
breaking each tile
Unmindful of the noise and dust
that enter my house across the street.

I quietly shut my window
to return to my soundless cool room of my gym

The workers continue to muscle up the heat.

color Palette

Day 20...color palette
#tsl prompt for #napowrimo

The colors on my plate
Augments my appetite
Dark brown roasted chicken, red circles of tomatoes
Off white slices of potatoes,
Yellowish green strips of chilly
Saffron infused rice
White idli in a foil
I go for vibrant taste of life
The pink rosy happiness
Dark red passions,
yellow shining bright smiles
The grey tones of loneliness are buried under piles
Out of sight
In dark corners of my mind
They do resurface
sometimes
When blue feelings strikes
But then
that is rare
the endless rainbow colors envelop me always
Its the loving company
Of every hue
of my friends
I go for vibrant shades of life

Wednesday, April 20, 2022

Everybody has a story to Tell

 Everybody has a story to tell

In this month of April
Droplets glide down the spine
Tingling every sensation
Mixed with words that weave a long tale
So although I sit by the window staring at blanket of sky twinkling with stars in row
I am transported to another world by poets
Awakened at Napowrimo.

I Rot

 Do you understand

Pain
Stress
Depression
Follows
Pain
Want
Life
Without
Pain
Do you understand?
You can enjoy
Parties
with
friends
Throw
Parties
Carelessly
Day
Night
Parties
You can enjoy
I rot in dark room
Alone
Nobody
Visits
Me
Alone
Deal
With
Pain
Alone
In dark room, I rot.

Cook for Me

 I am not your wife

nor lover of your lifetime
why you come to me?
Enjoyment matters
Love for food bring me to you
You just cook for me

Thank U for this award

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